Generations pass while some tree stands, and old families last not three oaks.
Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
Man seeks his own good at the whole world's cost.
Where the heart lies, let the brain lie also.
When is man strong until he feels alone?
A people is but the attempt of many To rise to the completer life of one; And those who live as models for the mass Are singly of more value than they all.